To the Waters and the Wild ch. 16
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“Little mortal. You do not know what fire you play with.” He chuckled. It was not quite the nasal laugh of cartoon villains, nor the Darth Vader-esque growl, but it was still highly disturbing. “You might end up knowing too much and might just have a small accident…”
“Oh honestly” I snorted, “that is so trite. Next you’re going to say something about slipping on the stairwell or choking on a piece of fruit, right? The traditional threats and posturing? Been there done that. Couldn’t you villians be a bit more, I don’t know, creative?”
I always did have a problem keeping my mouth shut.
“You desire creativity?” he crooned dangerously, “Well then creativity you shall have.” His voice slithered over my skin as if a carnivorous beast was tasting me before devouring.
“Yes” he continued, “I wonder how you will like this little twist…”
Crap. Don’t mock the villains Sarah, it never ends well, and usually only creates more problems.
The presence surrounding Puck faded out and with a pop the cold sensation disappeared, reverting to normal with an air of relief. If a room can be relieved?
Before Puck could say anything Oberon’s voice sounded in my head.
“Mage. Your presence is required in the main hall.”
I hate it when he does that. It’s too X-men for my taste. I like my head to remain private thank you very much. Not some radio frequency public announcement system for all and sundry.
And he knew I hated it.
I glanced over at Puck to see him staring at me.
“Your pupils dilated.” Pause. “That is seriously weird” he stated flatly.
I scowled at him and grabbed the cloak that I had ditched on the bed before the feast. I made for the door, but Puck caught my arm.
“Be careful Sarah. He’s closer than you think.”
“Why couldn’t Daren have just stayed in Hell?” I whined mentally as I mad my way along the passage way. “Things were peaceful before he arrived.”
Wait. What was I thinking?! I had been bored out of my mind before things started going just this side of weird.
I slipped into the entrance hall pondering whether or not it would be considered sane to be exccited about an asassination attempt. I stopped under the archway, taking a moment to get my bearings.
Daren was on the floor, surrounded by the royal family. The medic was next to him, hands glowing as they hovered over his chest.
I felt the faint stirrings of jealousy before I squashed them brutally. I would not feel jealous of another female touching the heir’s chest. It was ludicrous.
Wait. Back up.
What the fuck! Daren was on the floor? The medic? What was going on?
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